Donald Trump vs Ebenezer Scrooge

Wake up, Scrooge, I'm about to take a Dickens of a dump
 On this lonely, homely little miserable grump
 I'm like the star on a Christmas tree, you're like the stump
 I'm not known for my heart but you're still getting trumped
 You remind me of my ex-wife in a bikini, cause you disgust me
 Keep your TB from Tiny Timmy away from me, don't even touch me
 I don't shake hands, I don't make fans, I ruin rappers faster than Scottish lands
 Even Jay-Z knows what a pimp I am, I got my name on the front of the business, man!
 My raps'll haunt you, make you think you're going insane
 You're about to get whooped by three emcee's of the ethereal plane
 So when the clock strikes, prepare to enter a world of Christmas pain
 Cause I'm out, I got my own f-cking problems, call me 2 Chainz!
 How dare you disturb me when I'm napping in my chair
 You're a crappy rap-spitting apparition, I ain't scared
 Of this random phantom, haunt all you want, I don't care
 I do not believe in ghosts and I don't believe that hair
 Don't panic, Scrooge, but you're about to crash!
 I'm J.P. Morgan, the Ghost of Rich Dudes Past!
 Who's properly rocking the Monopoly mustache!
 Yo, I own the railroad, I run these tracks!
 You got dumped on a bench, now you're pissed at the world
 You shoulda made like Sebastian, and kissed the girl!
 Because your greed is the curse that's gonna tear you apart
 What good is your purse if you're poor in your heart?
 Bah humbug, your raps don't unnerve me, they're atrocious
 What frightens me the most is your gross ghost proboscis
 Business and success, that's the life I've selected
 So enough with your pictures from the past. I'm not affected!
 Well you're about to be right now
 I'm the ghost of what's right now
 Just take a lesson from Yeezy
 You missing the point, Ebeneezy
 There's more to life than your work, take it easy
 Even I can make time for Azizy
 Best put some friends on your wish list
 Cause you don't know the spirit of Christmas
 If you did then you would at this moment
 Be sharing your money with some of the homeless!
 No! This isn't happening, oh, this is maddening agony, wait
 Actually, harkening back to the dead Donald's lecture
 I still am expecting a final specter!
 Boo! (ah!)
 You're gonna die
 With no-one to love you and no one to cry
 Alone by youself on the bed of your death
 With a stench of regret on your last dying breath
 Cause you've chosen the path of a selfish man
 With Tiny Tim's innocent blood on your hands
 The penance you should pay for the way you behave
 Is written as plain as the name on this grave
 Are these the shadows of things that will be
 Or things that may be only?
 If I depart from my course can they change
 Say it is thus with what you show me
 I promise to mend my ways
 A friend to all men is what I will become
 It's Christmas! I haven't missed my chance to be different
 God bless us every